"Father, you wanted to see me?"
Kneeling reverently in front of a man who was turned away from him, Tianchuan regarded the figure dressed in a white Taoist robe. The man's frame was so emaciated that describing him as skin and bones was no exaggeration, and his exposed arms resembled withered vines that seemed as though they would topple with a mere gust of wind.
However, should anyone underestimate him, they would be gravely mistaken for he was none other than the current Family Head of the Yagyu Clan—Yagyu Munenori.
"Tianchuan, how goes your cultivation of the Heart Eye Knife?"
The elderly man slowly turned around, revealing a face riddled with wrinkles. Apart from wrinkled skin stretched over his bones, there was barely any muscle on his face, giving him the appearance of a centenarian.
